The news of the defeat of the Zerg Empire by the coalition forces of the Kalimdor Anti-Zerg Front in the Silisus Desert soon spread throughout Kalimdor.

For a time, this war on the border of the mainland became the freshest rumor and chatter on everyone's lips, and the soldiers who returned with honor vividly told the story of this epic battle, and there were troubadours playing and singing everywhere in the streets and alleys describing all kinds of stories that happened in the war.

Warriors of all races fought to the death against the ferocious Zerg in the barren desert.

Fearless heroes defeat ancient demons in the temple of evil gods leading to the abyss of hell.

The affair between a young and handsome human king in the midst of war and a lonely, indifferent Night Elf general.

There are also stories about the depraved habits of civilization and the sensational evil past of the evil Chira worms.

These stories, whether true or false, are somewhat unbelievable, but the people just like this tone, and various versions of the rumors are flying all over the sky, and the goblin merchants of Hot Sand Harbor even take advantage of this business opportunity to sell souvenirs of the "Battle of Silisus" to the Human Empire, some strange armor made of bug carapace, some short knives inlaid with crystals, and some hideous insect cubs.

There is also an official propaganda campaign, and the cost of creating a hero is never too much for every country ... Moreover, it was indeed a great victory, and after the war, every country began to celebrate it.

The remnants of the obsidian Anubissas colossus of Stormgard and Gilneth retreated, the remains of the obsidian Anobissas colossus that were as large as a mountain, the specimens of the Zerg lords that had been specially preserved, the gold and silver artifacts with a strong exotic style, and the swaggering of some of the lucky soldiers who were good at domestication riding the tame, brightly colored Chira Worm Beetles, all showed that the war that took place in the southernmost part of the world was not groundless.

And when King Alsace of Lordaeron returned from the battlefield, in the port of Hundred Towers, he carved an obelisk entirely made of rare black crystal as a trophy of the crusade against the infidels, and in the cheers of tens of thousands of people, he presented it to the Pope, and the old Pope Alonsos of the Church of the Holy Light. His Majesty accepted the gift, declaring the victory over the Zerg as a "glorious victory" under the guidance of the Light, which was equivalent to the official recognition of the Coalition's achievements by the Human Empire.

In this way, those soldiers who survived the brutal war will be rewarded by the Holy See, as well as by the rulers of the various kingdoms, and those who die in battle will be funded by the Holy See to erect a real monument in Silysus to commemorate the catastrophe that almost swept the entire continent of Kalimdor.

Another thing that shook the top of the Human Empire was Varian, who had been missing for many years. The return of King Ureon is said to have been the result of his emergence in the Silissus Desert with the legion of werewolves when the coalition was on the verge of destruction, and to turn the tide, or he single-handedly slashed the ancient evil spirits that plagued the southern frontier.

These few things add up to make Varian. Ureon had a great reputation among the surviving soldiers, and the Seventh Legion, one of the most capable warriors in the Stormwind Kingdom, personally escorted King Varian back to the Shining Plains, reportedly accompanied by the Archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom, Chaldean. Morgan, this means that the long-missing king has received support from both the military and the faith community after the end of the war, and it is a sure fact that he will regain his own kingship.

This completely reassured many nobles who were loyal to the kingdom, but it also made many nobles with "great ambitions" hate itchy.

But in any case, Varian's return has pushed the Storm Kingdom, which has always been inconspicuous in the human empire, to the forefront, and the sword of Emperor Lothar, Sdomka, who has returned with Varian. The Warbreakers also attracted the attention of the entire nobility of the Empire, but unexpectedly, the first thing His Majesty Varian did after returning to the Stormwind Kingdom was not to go to Whitetower Harbor to meet the Pope, but to announce the reward for the meritorious service of Silishus.

According to the legend of the gossip in the streets, His Majesty Varian claimed that he would not be able to spare time in the near future due to the fact that he was busy with state affairs, but once he had dealt with the matter at hand, he would immediately come to Baita Harbor and talk and laugh with His Majesty the Pope...

This unexpected move made the aristocrats, who have always had a keen sense of political smell, smell some signs that are not very good... But the Pope did not comment on Varian's actions, so the ambitious nobles could not do anything about it.

However, it is certain that with Varian's return, the political level of the human empire will inevitably cause a storm, and as for what kind of scene this storm will eventually evolve into, no one knows at this time.

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In the center of the top platform of the Dark Temple, the Withburner Patriarch Moyana. Deer Helmet stood on the edge of the tall Soul Gathering Coffin, she looked at the black mist wafting in the coffin, cold, dead silence, like the cold air wrapped around the ice, and in the center of the drifting soul power, an illusory soul body was lying in it with its eyes closed, as if it was resting.

The Patriarch looked at the familiar and strange soul, 1,000 years had passed, and he was still like an image in his memory, without the slightest change, that handsome face, slightly soft facial contours and long hair that was a little scattered, and there were many scars on the upper half of his body, which was a symbol of his bravery.

This is her husband, the love of her life, who died tragically at the hands of the worm man in the Battle of the Quicksand 1,000 years ago. The Deer Helm, of course, was only his soul, which had undergone a faint transformation after 1,000 years of being trapped in Cthun's Chaos Will, a layer of black ethereal energy wrapped around Vastann's chest like a spider web, like a strange parasite.

Judging by Vastein's expression, it was clear that this thing was in great pain for him.

"I have to say, this is a strong soul."

The High Lord's deep voice came from the cold throne at the end of the platform, like a god looking down on all beings, and his voice echoed through the great platform:

"1,000 years is enough time for the Elder God to completely swallow and digest his soul, but he has not given in, and it is time for us to save him, and the stubbornness of the Deer Helmet family is vividly reflected in Vastein... He relied on his obsession with his father, wife, and daughter to withstand the corruption of depravity, and of course, he was in a bad situation now. ”

"The Soul Gathering Coffin can keep his soul from dissipating, but the power of the Elder God has invaded Vastein's soul, and you cannot awaken him until this corrosive power of the void has been purified."

"I understand, High Lord."

Moyana wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, she raised her head, bowed down respectfully to the Great Lord, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Excellency, my father and I have finally come to an end after a thousand years of watch, we have finally seen hope, you are a respectable person who keeps your promises, and your favor will surely be remembered forever by the Deer Helmet family..."

"The promises made had to be fulfilled, and I just did what I was supposed to do."

Tyrion, who was seated on the throne, waved his hand to stop Moyana's thanks, and his ice-blue eyes looked at the Patriarch below, and he said:

"Between the six basic powers of the stars, corresponding to the void is the source of the holy light, although the life energy you use can also purify the corrosion in Vastein's soul, but to be on the safe side, I still recommend that you send him to Shattrath City, Naruadar is a well-talking ruler, only need to pay some conditions, it should not refuse to purify the corrosion of the void for Vastein."

Tyrion leaned back on the throne and propped his chin up with his left hand, the fingers of his right hand beating on the armrest of the throne:

"But as I said, it is hard to eradicate the corrosion, and the purification of Wastein is bound to be a long process, and even with the help of Adal, it can take years... The time has come for the Blightburners, so I want you to be prepared. ”

Moyana is also the leader of a large organization, and in the past few years, she has also been accustomed to seeing the intrigue between the major forces, and she easily sensed the special meaning from Tyrion's words, so she nodded, and did not answer immediately, but waited for the opportunity of the great lord to face the face.

"From the moment the Blightcaller was founded, I instructed you to keep your distance from the Darkblade Legion, you have always appeared as neutrals, and I need you to remain neutral, because only those who remain neutral in war can do things that are inconvenient for both warring parties, Moyana... No matter how fierce and terrible the war is, it will always end. ”

Tyrion's voice became a little deeper:

"I can tell you plainly that the Darkblade Legion has found its final destination, we will not be in the world for long, and the forces I have built have embarked on a different path, although they have the same path, but I do not want the rudiments of the world order that I have worked so hard to achieve will be disrupted, therefore, before we leave, I must leave behind a spokesperson... Or a sustainer of the world. ”

Moyana nodded, she could probably guess what the High Lord was going to say next.

"The Blighter, an absolutely neutral third party, a pan-racial group strong enough to maintain the balance of the order of the two continents, can just serve as the center of the balance swing, as the third pole of the world order, in the future world, the Federation and the Empire each have their own allies, they will compete with each other, they will look at each other, they will develop benignly, but when faced with threats from outside the world, they need a buffer between each other."

"The Blightcaster, that's the buffer."

The High Lord rose from his throne, and he descended the stairs and said in a light voice:

"The Darkblade will hide behind you, and we will use you as eyes to observe the changes in the world, but our journey is long, bumpy, and will enter the stars, and we will not have much time to maintain internal order in Azeroth, and will only reappear when the Blightburners are unable to reconcile the conflict of war, or when an extinction event occurs..."

"But with the power of the withering now, it is obviously too difficult to do all this, and absolute neutrality must be based on strong military strength."

The High Lord stood in front of Moyana, and between the flicking of his fingers, a map of the world of Draenor made up of death energy was suspended in the palm of his hand, and the planet was slowly moving, and Tyrion placed the map in front of Moyana's eyes.

"It's been almost ten years since the Darkblade ruled the world of Draenor, and under our suppression, the civilization in this world is very loose, with Shattrath as the center of civilization activities, there are still groups dissatisfied with the Darkblade, but we have no intention of exterminating those jumping clowns... Now, I'm going to give you this world. ”

The Patriarch's glasses widened, and Tyrion's voice continued to ring in her ears:

"The Clay Councils of the Orc Shamans, the Breakers of the Elemental Throne and the Shamans of the Draenei, the Orc Tribes of the Nagrand Meadows, the Rebuilt Raven Court of Babel, the Ogre Kingdom of Gorrond and the Draenei Gathering Points Overseas... These scattered forces can be used as back-ups for the withering, and your third-party neutral forces will use this as a basis for influencing all of Draenor and then Azeroth..."

"The two worlds connected by the Dark Gate will eventually become one!"

Tyrion spread his hands, and he looked at Moyana:

"The civilization of the Federation and the Empire will be reasonably extended to this small world through you as a carrier, and the three forces will form a whole that restricts each other, competes with each other, learns from each other, and progresses together... Eventually, in the most distant future, when your civilization grows to a certain stage, you will also be free from the protection of the Dark Blade, and you will truly rely on yourself to enter the vast world of stars, and truly ascend to the stage of the universe. ”

Moyana is already stupid... No matter how good her understanding and knowledge were, she occasionally considered the future of the withercaller and the world, but she never thought that far ahead, in other words, her eyes were still limited to the earth, and she never looked up at the stars in the sky.

Tyrion's hand patted Moyana's shoulder, and he looked at the Patriarch and said meaningfully:

"I've put so much thought into it, but not just to let you play a game of war on horseback in your own cradle... Endless stars, that is the last frontier of a civilization, and the Dark Blade is only one step ahead. ”

"Of course, this is only a preliminary plan, and it will be time to see if the Blightcaller will be able to take on this task, but... The opportunity to flourish, I have given you. ”

"Make a big deal, let me see what you're capable of."